Before Mu Chenyan could react, Yuan Xuan's dark figure closed in on her.
This handsome man was strangely calm as he embraced her. Despite the slight displeasure in his tone of voice, it was obvious that he was deliberately suppressing his emotions. He spoke to her quietly, "Why are you still holding the rose? Be careful of its thorns!"
Mu Chenyan was baffled. From the moment she accepted the rose from Wu Ze, she had been holding it in her hand till her palm was sweating!
"It's from Big Brother Wu. I can't be seen throwing it away in front of him..."
Her tone was bland, without a trace of uneasiness.
It seemed that to her, this rose was no different from other flowers.
